Believed

i.

believed

I

once

swaddled
in silken comfort
cotton gauze

cleansed/rinsed
by paternal tears

feared

no longer
my promised daggle in smoky spheres beyond grief stricken gazes

hazy,

albeit heavily paid for future flights
glorious

ii.

horrendous

the gore

I

implored to see no more
insides oozed out.

They cried out
in vain

till no longer felt
pain

as my eyes stared forward

stalwart

remembering how to hack.
Each attack

remembering the blessings
robes promised.

No lack of honor upon my return.

I burn now in fiery guilt.

No comfort in patchwork quilts laid upon my tattered being

seen

their tears
fears

returned

iii.

my hope to mentally cope

dismantled
by mysterious themes.

No longer to dream of kites and clouds.

Beclouded the skies.

Still hear their screams.
Why pray out loud?

Who will hear?

Cloaks

steer us clear of heavenly birds
by actions crude though praiseworthy their words.

What righteousness in darkness kept?
Yes integrity died, or at least like the dead slept.

Absurd to believe
on man’s capability
with greed from green paving the scene.

Poor men pinned to early death’s disease.

Upon my knees I lean
as conscious unclean
bleeds and bleeds

yet my heart still pleads

“ease me
before I ease myself.”

Resurrect hope back onto my shelf.

iv.

They

believed

once.

Swaddled
in white silk

black gauze

veils their tears
fears

float
as doubts plague them.

As the clergyman
laid him

after once again
they paid him.

***

Write a poem for contest killer prompt, killer poet, killer points, c’mon – Banjolyn
okay, so i want a wonderful poet to shine-
he goes by Briansgate
and his poetry has always moved me
like, across the country of curse words and wow’s
and whoa i wish i could write like that ~

so you have two prompts to choose from, or be inspired by both:

1.
“i can’t taste your bladed tongue.
thrilling to
my slitted veins and gone.
you told me
not
to bleed;
not to ghost your dreams
again.”

you can read the whole poem here:
https://allpoetry.com/poem/13208913-every-waterline-recedes-by-briansgate © right now, Lucretia McCloud    pain • sad • society • spiritual • teen